Randomly on our way home, our cabbie was telling us that he lives in the favelas and invited us round for a cuppa. We left having been fed, watered, and with a karaoke cd of him and his wife singing. Random.

We then headed out to one of the block parties which just randonly occur during carnival... a few drinks later and we stumble upon a rooftop club -which to the disappointment of the lads we were with, turned out to be a gay bar!! oops. Partied there until the wee hours, and definitely didn´t feel like getting up the next morning.